I don’t want to move
From this bed here, this shelter
If I just close my eyes
Can I just sleep through this day
Out there is the world
That frustrates and upsets me
I push and I struggle
Just to get through each day
I have friends who embrace me
And joke alongside me
Include me in what
They arrange for some days
Yet depression still grabs me
Immobile I lay here
Unable to think
Or do much with this day
To closed eyes keep drifting
To dreams my head shifting
Too heavy my body
Will not move for today
.
[ if you can remind me of the poetic metre or pattern that I have used here, please speak up, as my memory and searching have not been fruitful today ]